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Time flowed like water, and before they knew it, half a year had passed since they settled in Red Pillar City.
Another winter had come.
The dawn was just beginning to reveal its rosy hues, yet the sky wasn't fully bright.
Outside, the cold wind howled and the snow fell thickly, but inside Red Pillar City, it was a persistent drizzle, creating a misty and blurred vista.
The early risers had already started their busy day in the dim light of dawn.
An elderly couple walked along an alley from a distance; the man carried a load on a pole, while the woman walked beside him, holding an umbrella for him. They both wore semi-new, green Taoist robes that marked their status as low-ranking Loose Cultivators.
The man appeared to be around sixty years old, with rough, dark skin full of wrinkles, a slightly stooped back, and an honest and simple demeanor.